Cultivating immortals is a hard job

In order to improve the alchemy, countless alchemists have worked hard, but still have little success.

Later, I heard that a Qi practitioner accidentally discovered something called "Po Jing" and finally solved this problem.

The so-called soul essence is actually a special essence extracted from certain foreign objects.

These external objects can be soil, rocks, lakes and seas, even ancient trees, or the bodies of monsters.

These things seem very different, but with careful attention, some people have finally discovered the inner connection.

For example, the long-extinct Xuanfeng Vine has a corresponding name called "Xuanfeng Soul Essence".

This thing is extracted from the soil where Xuanfeng Vine once grew!

From this point, we can see the clues.

The so-called spirit essence is actually the essence that the spiritual grass overflows and penetrates into the living environment during the growth period. After the spiritual medicine disappears, it still remains. Over time, it absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, and retains more or less. Some of the original medicinal power has been lost.

Of course, the power of this medicine is much inferior to that of the spiritual grass itself.

But it is better than nothing in the end. With this Soul Essence used as medicine, even if it can only produce one-tenth of the medicine's efficacy, it can still be regarded as leaving a promotion channel for the pill-forming monks.

This is also one of the reasons why the current world of immortality has declined compared to the ancient world.

Mo Xun had never come into contact with these before, because this item was only useful to monks above the elixir formation stage.

With the discovery of this soul essence as medicine, two types of people have been fed.

One type specializes in wandering in the wilderness and secret realms, looking for soul spirits.

The other type is those who specialize in refining!

Because of the preciousness of this item, once it comes out, it will be swept away by the great alchemists. Even many monks who make a living from it have long-term cooperative relationships with the alchemists.

There is no fixed way to get Po Essence. Simply collecting it from the black market is just a drop in the bucket!

In the big sect, this thing is reserved as a resource.

In other words, without this thing, the handful of pill recipes in Mo Xun's hand would be just a pile of waste paper.

No wonder even the clerk on the side looked at him like that when he was making the purchase.

Mo Xun sighed in his heart. From this point of view, he had to spend this expensive spiritual stone.

At worst, I'll sell some more thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in exchange for elixirs.

Now that the pill has been formed, there is no need to be as cautious as before.

While the two were talking, there was a sudden noise at the door.

Although Chen Sangui couldn't hear due to the soundproofing ban, Mo Xun noticed the sudden situation immediately.

At the same time, his brows also wrinkled!

Not far away, I saw a bearded man holding a wine pot high in one hand, laughing and slowly pouring the wine from the mouth of the pot.

Under his feet, there was a dirty beggar trampling on him.

Not only was the beggar not angry, but he opened his mouth extremely hungrily, twisting his body left and right as the wine bottle moved high up, to catch the fallen drink.

Such a funny behavior naturally caused laughter from the onlookers.

When Chen Sangui saw Mo Xun staring behind him, he quickly looked back. Although he couldn't hear any sounds, he could guess what was going on from everyone's expressions and movements.

"Senior, do you know this person?"

Mo Xun shook his head slightly, but he was thinking in his heart that although he didn't recognize him, this was the second time he saw this drunk man.

Seeing that Mo Xun seemed to be interested in those two people, Chen Sangui hurriedly introduced him knowingly: "The bearded man's name is Chen Fan. He is an ignorant guy who causes trouble everywhere because of his good uncle. ...As for the person who was stepped on, his surname is Ye. His family used to run a weapon-refining shop in Mengtian City. However, I heard that he offended someone some time ago and the whole family died and was scattered. Now only one person is left. He is completely crazy. He spends the whole day begging for drinks on the street, which is pitiful. "

After saying these words, Chen Sangui naturally had some thoughts of showing off, so as to prove to Mo Xun his connections and knowledge.

After all, he finally met a generous financial owner, and he was eager to make more deals!

Mo Xun asked casually: "Oh? What kind of weapon refining business?"

Chen Sangui quickly replied: "The corner of Qinglan Street was originally called Tianji Pavilion. Now it has changed its owner and is called Five Elements Pavilion."

Mo Xun secretly recalled that he had been to this place before, and it seemed to be quite small.

Judging from this, the alcoholic surnamed Ye must have had good family conditions before.

Thinking of this, he suddenly touched his chin and pondered.

Weapon refining... Tianji Pavilion...

"Senior, do you need junior to take action?"

Chen Sangui is indeed a person who has been trained little by little in the three religions and nine streams. Often, with just one look, he can immediately guess at least 50% of what the other person is thinking.

However, this kind of person is smart, but most of the time, instead of being liked by others, he is easily disliked.

Mo Xun waved his hand gently.

"I'm just curious, but what exactly is the Ye family you just mentioned?"

Next, Chen Sangui told what he knew, word for word. After all, it was not a secret. I am afraid that if you ask someone nearby, you will know almost everything.

Of course, Mo Xun was not interested in these rights and wrongs at all. What he cared about was that magic weapons could be ordered in Tianji Pavilion.

"Do you know who this person offended?"

"I don't know about this, but... it seems to be related to a woman."

Mo Xun couldn't help but smile when he heard this. It was probably another bloody story!

Amidst the teasing, the drunkard surnamed Ye wiped the dirty corners of his mouth with an unsatisfied look, and then stumbled out of the door.

Next, Mo Xun and Chen Sangui said a few more words, and the two of them left the tavern one after the other.

He was not in a hurry to return to his residence. After strolling around the street for a while, he turned into a deep alley when no one was paying attention.

This place is inhabited by all kinds of people in the city. Most of the monks who can't afford to rent a cave and don't want to leave the city live together.

Those with better conditions will set up a circle of forbidden formations around their residences. Those with poor conditions don't care. Anyone with a strong sense of consciousness passing by will see the situation in the house clearly.

Although there are rules in the city that prohibit fighting and causing trouble, many monks still disappear mysteriously almost every day.

The spiritual energy of the entire Mengtian City is still relatively abundant.

Those low-level monks wandering at the bottom are already satisfied to find a place to live in such an environment.

Dusk is approaching, and the originally gloomy sky looks like it will rain.

A figure suddenly passes through the wall and disappears in the empty alley.